This time, in English… Please. Disyembre 29, 2007

This time, I hardly overslept… 9 am is pretty early for someone who is used to sleeping at past 3am.

First thing I did was check out my blog… This has become a “routine” whenever I am home. Comments from my blog friends always brighten up my day.

Though, some think it is redundant for someone in my line of work to share thoughts, whether private or trivial, to people I never met in person… Forgive me, but I am fascinated by the innocence of meeting like minds in cyberspace…

People accept you as you are and they will never have the credibility to judge you because for one, they can only see what you want them to see (Or in this case, read what you want them to read. I already broke my vow of anonymity by “exposing” my photos in previous entries, but the hell! I look better in person. Hah!).

I am asked… no, obliged, to deliver news and features on slices of life. People thought it was easy. I think it is equivalent to 24-hours manual labor. Still do.

And now that our country was tagged 5th Most Dangerous Place for Journalists… The stakes are higher… and my job just got cooler!

Given the chance, I want to interview extremists… I want to ask them why they need to blow people up… I mean, what’s the point? Would they do that to their own family?

In time, I want to go towar-torn countries like Iraq… I want to take shots of hatred and rage at its purest… Not for the ratings… But for me to understand, in this lifetime, how people dwell on so much misery…

And then, I want to live and blog about it.

In a country where young girls mourn for Marimar’s falling out with Inocencia, more than the tragedy of Benazir Bhutto… There is, indeed, a dire need for an alternative voice.